The room reeked of cigar smoke and power, the faint hum of a city night leaking through the closed windows. A man in his late 50s, clad in a crisp suit, leaned back in his chair with a smirk on his face. His cold, calculating eyes were locked on a stack of papers sprawled across his desk.
Seo Jae-Hyun
(to his assistant): "Make sure these documents look real. Every single detail—bank transfers, phone records, anything that screams guilt. I want the blame pointed directly at Kim Joon-ho. No loose ends."
His assistant nodded, scribbling furiously in a notebook.
Assistant
Consider it done, sir. What about the other files? The ones that link Tae-sunga’s parents to the Kims?"
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